#I LOVE LITTLE EREN HE'S SO MADE OF CAKE

[shawtuzi]

18+/// okay but imagine being ceo!eren’s cute little housewife and you decide to surprise him by baking him his favorite dessert in nothing but a short, tight apron and heels.

now this was honestly way out of your comfort zone but after all the hard work eren does to make sure you’re pampered and happy you had to thank him for all he does—and what better way to do that than give him a little show? you felt nervous, giddy, and horny all wrapped together but the second you heard the familiar jingle of his keys a burst of confidence struck you like lightening. “in the kitchen renny!” you called out to him grabbing a pinch of flour and sprinkling it on your face and very exposed breasts.

eren dropped his keys in the dish near the door before walking to the kitchen, his heart nearly stopping at the sight of you bent over. your pussy was on full display, folds glistening in the light as you looked for a pan to put the homemade strawberry cake batter in like you didn’t have a clue in the world eren was eyefucking you from across the room. “welcome home my love you hungry for something sweet?” you smiled scooping up some of the batter onto your finger to get a taste. you moaned dramatically as the sweetness hit your tongue, trying to fight off your giggles at the sight of eren’s dumbfounded face.

he walked over slowly, the sound of his expensive shoes echoing throughout the room. “yes i am craving something sweet actually but i don’t know if we’re thinking of the same things are we wife?” he chuckled pressing his body against your back. you breath hitched when you felt his hand cup your pussy, his middle and ring finger slipping between your soaked folds. “by all means don’t stop because i’m here,” he smiled pressing featherlight kissed against your neck, “keep going finish what you started.” you knew your husband well enough to know his intentions in this moment were anything but pure, but you listened regardless shakily lifting up the bowl containing the batter to pour it into the pan.

“now the presentation may not come out the best but i- oh! i-it’ll still taste good i p-put a lot of love into it,” you began to fumble over your words when you felt his soft fingers brush against your clit. eren being the annoying tease he was pressed his fingers against your clit but made no movements after that, only adding pressure to his fingers as the seconds went by. you were so needy—so desperate to get any type of affection from your husband you tried to subtly grind your pussy onto his fingers but it worked to no avail and all you got in response was a quick slap to your pussy. “i don’t care how it looks baby i know it’ll taste delicious,” he hummed into your ear gently nibbling on the lobe.

once you put the pan into the oven and cleaned up your mess all under eren’s intense and watchful eye he had you pushed up against the counter once again this time your front facing him. “what am i gonna do with you,” he sighed running his hands down your sides, squeezing at the soft skin of your hips. “cake’ll be done in 20 minutes and you still need to make the icing….but i don’t think i can wait that long to have you,” your brows furrowed at the mischievous glint in his eyes. what is this man thinking about? suddenly eren lifted you onto the counter, spreading your thighs roughly to get a look at your soaked center. his tongue traced over his bottom lip as he watched trickles of your wetness drip onto the counter. “always so fuckin’ messy,” he growled smacking your clit, “wonder what the housekeepers must be thinking when we need our sheets cleaned every other day.”

his taunting words had your cheeks burning in embarrassment and your pussy clenching around nothing. you really didn’t mean to be so messy he just brings it outta you :( without wanting eren shoved two fingers in your cunt, curling them with ease. “flour was a cute touch,” he chuckled licking and sucking at the streaks of flour on your breasts, “love this apron on you too y’should wear it more.” you hummed in agreement, running your fingers through his soft locs as he began to suck on your nipples. “squeezin’ my fingers so good you really are the perfect wife aren’t you?” he cooed tracing his fingers over your lips. you eyed at the wedding band that sat oh so prettily on his ring finger and couldn’t help but wrap your mouth around the digit, swiping your tongue over the cool metal of the ring.

life didn’t feel real in this moment for eren, but then again every intimate moment he shared with you didn’t feel real. he couldn’t believe he bagged a woman as beautiful and caring as you and the fact that you treated him like he was your entire world didn’t help his obsession with you either. with the way you batted your eyelashes so prettily at him whenever you spoke to him to the way you took his dick so nicely like the good girl you were he put a ring on your finger within months.

“y’know you’d look really pretty carrying one of my kids,” the pace of his fingers picked up making it almost impossible to concentrate on what he was saying. all you could muster was a whiny ‘uh huh’ that had eren smirking. “what do you say baby how ‘bout we start trying after you finish baking hm? timers almost up and you still need to make some icing,” he brought this thumb to your clit rubbing tightly little circles that had your eyes crossing. you wrapped your smaller hand around his wrist digging your nails into the skin, “f-fuck the icing ‘n the cake just—just fuck me!” you couldn’t think of anything else besides eren eren eren. the way he was so gorgeous when he was concentrated on your body, the faint smell of his cologne, the mouthwatering view of his bulge straining against his slacks.

just as you reached your earth shattering peak the timer went off but all you could hear was white noise. eren pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before briefly walking away to turn of the timer and take the cake out. he scooped your body off the counter bridal style before walking up to your shared room, tossing your half naked form on the bed. “i hope you know i was serious,” you heard him speak softly, watching as he removed his jacket and loosened his tie. “n’ what’s that?” you smiled untying the strings to your apron. you couldn’t have been happier that eren was finally fulfilling his promise of making you a mother and you were going to make every second of the process count.

“oh you don’t know?” he smirked unbuttoning his dress shirt, your eyes immediately went to his beautifully sculpted abdomen. “i’m afraid i don’t husband,” you giggled pulling his body closer by his belt loop, pressing wet kisses against his stomach. “well wife,” he chuckled unbuckling his belt, “i’m going to fuck you like madman until you place a positive pregnancy test in front of my face.” he yanked his slacks and briefs down, his hard dick slapping against his stomach, “n’ then i’m gonna fuck you some more even when you’re all round and swollen—sound good?” it sounds better than good.

[succubusonthedoorstep]

ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ArtTeacher! Geto x Fem Reader! ᖭི༏ᖫྀ (1.1 Word Count.)

Warnings? Gojo's sweet tooth, shy reader, vibrator use, butt plugs, edging, implied cunnilingus? jealousy, peeking down shirts, sir kink. painting is Geto's love language. +18 Only! No Minors Allowed! (Part Two.)

Author's Notes? still writing my jean and eren x reader fic, but here's something I've been sitting on for a moment!! <3 (Like, reblog, and comment please!)

ArtTeacher!Geto who enjoys instructing the acrylic painting weekend course. He’s been at it for about a year, lending his Sundays to locals and students. Most looking to sharpen their skills but some seeking a new pastime. Gojo did him a favor, pulling strings at the university to give Geto a classroom (with air conditioning!) rather than the offered room in the student center. However, it was pretty isolated, a feature he learned to love after meeting you.

ArtTeacher!Geto unlocks his door an hour before his class is due to start. Students seldom came early but he left the option open anyway. Sometimes Gojo visited, usually to hand him some small, sweet cake he couldn’t help but rave about. While cleaning the paint palettes and setting up for class, the door slams shut from behind him. 

ArtTeacher!Geto whips around, eyes landing on you. He couldn’t help but immediately notice how cute you were, holding art supplies in your arms. The faucet dripped lightly behind him, brushes now forgotten. His thin white button-down shirt was rolled up to his elbows, a feature your eyes lingered on as you started explaining.  “Sorry for the scare, I know your class doesn’t start for another half an hour…” 

ArtTeacher!Geto alleviates your worries, insisting he’d never turn away an eager student. He stops what he was doing to help you set up on the easel closest to his desk, asking why he’d never seen you in his class before. 

ArtTeacher!Geto can’t listen more intently to you speak. Your voice was melodic to him, echoing slightly from the walls when you laugh at his joke about leaving home. You just moved into the city for a job opportunity and wanted to socialize in a familiar place, the art studio. He noticed some of your paints were used and you held the brush the same way he did. You were no amateur, that was for sure.

ArtTeacher!Geto’s mood goes sour once class starts. He generally enjoyed his classes, but he only wanted to be around you today. Of course, he'll still play his role well- complimenting brush strokes, giving feedback, and staring contemplatively at completed works. The whole time he’s thinking of you on the other side of the room. The image of you, in his well-lit traditionally styled studio, made his heart jump. You’d be wearing the thinnest, finest silk as you lounge for him across a chaise sofa. 

He could torture you for hours there- a plug up your ass and a vibrator for your pussy whenever he’d get bored with his work. Geto would paint you for hours, finding joy in matching his paints to your skin tone, lips, and nipples. (Even if the silk limited his view.) 

‘Enjoying the view, Geto?’ You ask, holding your arm over the end of the sofa like he asked. ‘I’ve never seen you take so long for a sketch.’

“Patience, patience,” he cooed, taking another slick glance at your most intimate parts while you yawn. “So many details to take note of, it won’t be a worthy painting of you if I miss a single one.” His easel was positioned for you as well. You had the perfect view of him working and could lean over the other end of the couch to check his progress.

Both of you knew that was out of the question, however. The little pink toy between your legs prevented any unauthorized movement. Geto was a cruel lover- dragging you just to the edge of orgasm only to press the toy to your hole and call you greedy for needing more.

Without warning the toy came to life, buzzing lowly and drawing soft breaths from your mouth. Geto, no longer interested in painting, watched your reactions with the matching remote in one hand as he palmed his cock with the other. 

“You won’t cum,” he challenged, turning the vibrator up to a higher setting. He watched as you squirmed in ecstasy, his teasing from earlier coming back for you. Leaning back onto the arm of the couch, you spread your legs for Geto’s view and let him hear the sweet moans he loved so much.

“Missing all those d-details,” you expressed, hips lifting from the sofa in pleasure. Geto couldn’t take his eyes off of you. “Is this part of your creative process?” You asked, sliding the silk robe up your legs and exposing your glistening cunt.

The stool he sat on fell over at the force he used to stand up and make his way over to the couch. Geto’s knees met the floor harshly, hands finding your thighs to push them apart and make room for his face. 

“Just need a closer look, is all…”

ArtTeacher!Geto’s fantasy is ruined at the trilling of his alarm bell. Class was over. His students were already packed and filing out of class, their goodbye’s drowned out by him searching for you.

ArtTeacher!Geto smiles when he catches your eye and waves you over. His smile falters as he watches you wave goodbye to a third-year at the university, some kid with pink hair. Geto pushes his jealousy off; he’s never in competition.

ArtTeacher!Geto has to hide a smirk when you approach his desk, clearly in high spirits.

“Thank you for class, sir. I met a lot of good people,” You gush, and Geto has to push in his chair more at the name. “I’d love to come back, when’s the next-”

“Next Sunday,” He recites it like the gospel now. The tightness in his pants only gets worse as he watches you take a sticky note from his desk and scribble your name and number on it. Geto casts a brief look down your shirt when you bend over to write, silently thankful for a memory he can use later.

ArtTeacher!Geto takes the sticky note from you with an appreciative grin, brushing his fingers with yours and melting when a flustered look crossed your face, breaking eye contact.

“See you next week, sir.”

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[oh-meretseger]

part 5 - The Party

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

notes: mostly sfw, a little fluff (I’m posting the smut part tomorrow, it was SO unbelievably long I had to cut it😭 I’m unable to write shortly about anything smutty I’m sorry shdnxmdh), mentions of alcohol, drug use

word count: 3,6k

"MARCO!"

"WHAT" Sasha screamed as they froze and both her head and Connie's cake covered face snapped in perfect sync.

"Man, you made it!" Jean took the man in his arms with the happiest grin plastered on his face, Sasha, then Connie quickly joining them as they jumped right onto them. "Connie, your face!"

"Sorry, bro" he stepped back as he tried to wipe chunks of cupcake from his face, but the man's jacket was already smudged with cherry cream, just like Jean's shirt.

"It's okay, I wanted to wash it anyway" the stranger laughed, and you smiled at him as your eyes met. Jean's eyes shot to you as well, and he immediately jumped to pull you closer.

"Y/n, this is Marco, our childhood friend" he motioned towards him, and you accepted Marco's handshake, returning his friendly smile. His expression was warm and kind, freckles on his nose wrinkling as he beamed with joy. "Marco, this is our own little house rat, Y/n"

You gave Jean a death stare as he and Connie giggled like schoolgirls, his body jolting away from you as you poked a finger between his ribs.

"Nice, couldn't tell you were a wild animal at all" Marco deadpanned and you grinned.

"I'm not, I'm fully domesticated"

"You're such a jerk, why are you so rude?" you heard Sasha hiss at Jean thinking you wouldn't hear, but as always, they were unable to bicker without getting loud.

"I'm not rude, you just have a stick up your ass" Jean snarled at her. You shook your head, having zero clue why they were acting like brawling puppies all night.

"I'll show you a stick up your ass, JEANBO" Sasha yelled, and Niccolo sprang to stop her from trying to pull Jean's pants down without a second thought. In a second, they were a bundle of tangled legs and arms on the floor, shouting and kicking at each other.

You saw more sophisticated behavior in middle school.

"The fuck was that?" Connie's eyes widened at a loud BANG coming from the living room, and swiftly left the kitchen to investigate its source.

"Holy shit, it feels like I'm gonna have a seizure" you put your hands over your ears at the massive overstimulation, and Marco let out a heartfelt laugh. He quickly picked up two ciders from the counter Jean and Sasha were beating each other next to, then handed one to you and put a hand on your shoulder to turn you towards the door.

"Let's go outside. We'll check back when they're done killing each other"

A pleasant relief spread in your chest as you left the noise and complete chaos. Loud music became muffled as soon as Marco closed the glass door to the patio behind him, and soft laughs and chatter hit your ear of those who were sitting outside.

"Y/n! Let me help you with that"

You smiled at Armin and handed over the cider for him to, like the gentleman he was, open the bottle for you while you settled down on the wood bench next to him. "Thank you, Armin"

"Good to see you, man!" Marco reached over with a happy grin to shake his hand, then leaned over to shake Bert's as well. Annie greeted him with a small wave - they all looked at Marco with such a warm smile, you could feel how loved by everyone he was. "Annie!"

"Marco, s'been a minute! How's everything?" Armin asked while opening Marco's bottle as well, and you took a sip of the strawberry cider, sweet bubbles sizzling on your tongue as your eyes followed Marco's movements. He grazed his palm as a greeting over Mikasa's shoulder who sat next to Armin - she smiled up at him, but kept half an eye on Eren and Reiner, lounging on a pair of chairs a little further away, seemingly having a heated conversation over something sports related. Marco grinned back at Armin while shaking Reiner's hand, then taking Eren's as he mumbled a "hey, bro", immediately getting back to the vital argument they were having.

"Nothing much, working. I had to come and catch up with you guys though, how's uni life?"

"What the hell are they so pressed over?" you asked Mikasa in a low voice as you motioned towards the two athlete bros, trying not to disturb Armin and Marco's coversation.

"Don't even ask" Mikasa shook her head, her gorgeous black strands of hair moving around her face, shining in the faint light coming through the glass door to the patio. "It's just some statistics, or whatever. But Eren's been irritated all day, so even some stupid numbers can get him worked up, I'm afraid"

You looked over to Eren, lighting a blunt as he was listening to Reiner talk. You often saw his face around campus just like this, grumpy and unmoved by anyone and anything happening around him, but Mikasa knew him like the back of her hand. If she said he was unusually irritated, there was no room for doubt.

The grumpiness on his face seemed to quickly dissolve anyway as Marco and Armin's conversation started to spread across the table, getting Annie, Bert and Mikasa, then shortly after Eren and Reiner involved as they told you where they all knew each other from, what childhood or high school memories they shared, and how the strings of their lives still interweaved from time to time - even though everyone went on to different colleges, jobs and paths of life.

To answer their curious questions, you even talked about how you were completely new not only around this town, but to this whole state, attending this college being a fresh new start for you. And about how you were so happy to have met them here.

The small amount of alcohol and all the funny and endearing stories they shared made you forget about any anxiety you previously had about this party. You really felt like you were at home as you looked around to see their glimmering eyes, and faces glowing with joy as they laughed.

Even Eren seemed to forget about their super important battle of numbers with Reiner when they pulled their chair closer to the table to join memory lane.

"You want a hit?" Eren's hand suddenly appeared in front of you, holding the blunt that was obviously on its last legs. You turned your head to meet his low-lidded green eyes, and Reiner's eyes shot to you at your movement. He flashed his million dollar grin at you, and you bashfully smiled back at him. God, he was handsome.

"No, thanks" you smiled at Eren, amused at how much more relaxed he looked than before. To Mikasa's greatest delight, it seemed.

"Where are your glasses?"

"I've decided not to be short-sighted anymore" you shrugged, and Eren shook his head at your reply as a grin formed on his face.

"Yeah, you shouldn't let some object define you anyway" he played into your joke, and you nodded.

"That's what I'm saying"

"Where's your king of sarcasm by the way, Your Royal Highness?" Eren smirked at you, and you instantly felt yourself blush at the unexpected question. You dropped your eyes to look at your fingers as they started to fidget. You both knew who your king was, but at that moment, you would've done anything to avoid admitting it.

"I saw him playing beer pong inside, they're on a winning streak with Connie" Marco appeared next to you with two bottles in hand, cold and fresh from the refrigerator. You felt your cheeks getting even warmer as you looked up at his happy grin, accepting the bottle he held out to you. He knew.

"Thank you, Marco" you muttered, and quickly reached out to grab the bottle opener. You were more than happy to do something with your hands to hide your sudden nervousness.

"He told me about you, you know" Marco went on in a lower voice as he sat back down next to you, so only you could hear him.

Your heart started to pound faster in your chest. Jean told him about you?

"He did?" you replied hesitantly, not sure what to think. "And what- What did he tell you?"

"Well" Marco smiled back. "He told me about a cute little nerd he often annoys for fun"

"Of course he'd say that" you mumbled, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose as you tried to hide the blush of your cheeks. Cute..? "I don't know about the cute part though, I'm pretty sure you misunderstood 'loser'"

"You think so?" Marco let out a heartfelt laugh. "I'm pretty sure I heard him right. Jean doesn't really gush over any girl, so him saying 'cute' caught my ear"

Your eyes dropped once again to your fidgeting hands, but you couldn't help a smile curving your lips.

"Could be anyone, a lot of cute girls compete to entertain him around campus on the regular"

"Jesus, you two really are the exact same person" Marco laughed, and you looked up at him flustered and confused at what he meant. "Look, through a difficult investigation, I found out he liked this smart, pretty girl with a bad eyesight, who likes reading her crime novels curling up under her nightlight, blushes easily, and whose bitter jokes he finds hilarious, but would never admit to it. I'm quite sure that can't be anyone"

You felt your stomach flip at the thought of Jean not only knowing you, but paying such attention to particular details about you. You couldn't have described the feeling even if you wanted to - but despite the sudden nausea and nervous fluttering of your heart, you couldn't help your smile growing into a grin at Marco's words.

You felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Are you sure Jean said that?"

"Yep" his bottle momentarily covered Marco's smile as he took another sip, examining your happily flushed cheeks under the dim light. "Why is it so hard to believe? I thought you both liked each other"

A few seconds of silence sat between you as you fought the tension straining your chest from inside. The tension that held you back from admitting your feelings up to this point, not only to someone else but even to yourself.

"I- I do. It's not that" you muttered in a small voice. "We've just been bullying each other for so long now, it's-"

You nervously paused as Marco let out a chuckle.

"It's hard to believe he'd look at me like that" you looked into Marco's joyful brown eyes. He truly found you and Jean floundering around entertaining.

"I know Jean. Believe me when I say he's actually smitten with you" he replied, making your fluttering heart almost jump out of your chest. "He's not gonna admit that though. You two like suffering in silence, as I can see"

You let out a quiet chuckle. As you looked at Marco's genuine, caring smile, you felt like this was the right moment to finally be truthful, that you were ready to open up. But before an honest answer could leave your mouth, the glass door to the patio flew open, and Sasha bursted out of the living room with Niccolo by her side.

"Guys, you won't believe what I just found in Connie's kitchen"

"It's nice to finally see you, too, Sasha" Mikasa replied to Sasha's choice of entry while Niccolo shook hands with the guys, already familiar to all of their faces.

Inside the house, the party reached its loudest, most chaotic peak. Loud banging of the music and shouting of the guests filled the basement, the kitchen and the living room. Guests being random faces of people not even Connie knew - the product of having your front door open to anyone without an invitation. But Connie couldn't care less.

Girls surrounded them in the back room, giggling as Connie threw the winner shot, jumping with a victorious yell as he hit the final cup. His audience was cheerful and tipsy, and that was all Connie needed to have an amazing and carefree time.

"I'll look for Marco" Jean waved his hand towards the living room, but Connie stopped him with a palm slapping on his shoulder.

"You can't leave me, we're on a winning streak!"

"You'll be fine, Connie" Jean patted Connie's hand gripping him, smirking over to all the bystander girls watching with gleaming eyes, waiting on their chance to join the team of the king of beer pong himself. "I'll be with Marco if you need me"

"But I need you NOW" Connie squealed, and Jean turned his back to him with a chuckle, shaking his head as he left the room.

Jean pushed himself through the sea of bodies moving and dancing in the living room, careful to dodge the plastic cups full of alcoholic beverages that all the drunken hands flung around in the air. Getting use of his height, his hazel eyes panned the room as he towered over most of the dancers, but beside a few familiar faces, he found none of the ones he was looking for. Not a sign of Armin and the guys, Sasha and Niccolo, Marco, or you...

He faced towards the stairs to the basement, but swiftly changed his direction when he saw a bunch of people occupying the steps. Knowing you and Marco, he was positive he wouldn't find you in an area so loud and crowded.

"Hey, Jean!" a shout exceeding the deafening music hit his ears and his eyes quickly followed its direction, Sasha's waving hand catching his eye. She pushed people standing in her way without a second thought, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Where are you guys?" Jean yelled as they reached each other in the crowd, and Sasha motioned towards the door to the patio.

"Y/n is out there with Marco" she replied, and Jean's heart jumped with a nervous beat as Sasha mentioned your name. "The others want to talk to you too, go!"

Sasha tapped his shoulder, encouraging him to step outside, then she continued her brutal way to the kitchen, elbowing and kicking anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in her way. Jean shook his head as he laughed to himself, then turned his head towards the patio.

With Marco?

What did Sasha mean you were outside with Marco? With Marco, like you two were only in the presence of each other, outside of the whole group?

Jean couldn't help a small little string of jealousy twist in his chest as he thought about you, and the first glimpse he caught of you tonight. How his heart was beating in his throat as you caught his eye, and how a mix of electric sparks and warmth spread in his body as he looked at yours.

The tight dress hugged your body just right, you tried to hide it under the oversized jacket, but the beautiful curve of your waist, your hips still showed underneath as you moved. He felt the blood rush right out of his brain, straight to his groin, as his eyes ran over the soft skin of your thighs showing where your pretty little dress was slit. He just realized tonight - he's never seen your knees, the curve of your calves, those delicate ankles... Jean immediately imagined them on his shoulders, and had to force himself to quickly shake off the thought. He's not a horny high schooler, for fuck's sake... The fluttering of his heart would've diverted his mind anyway as he gazed at your gorgeous face, your silky, soft strands of hair framing it as they fell to your shoulders. Beautiful, big doe eyes looked at Bert and Reiner as you talked to them, light glistening on your sweet lips as you spoke.

Fuck.

This was the second time he felt jealous today. What even got to him? Jean wasn't sure, but he quickly shook off these thoughts as he realized he had no reason to feel this way. He knew Marco, Marco knew about you, and you... Jean was pretty sure he knew where you two standed.

Waking from his momentary daydream, he pushed his way through the crowd of people to reach the glass door, then opened it to step out on the dimly lighted patio. Jean felt a sense of relief as a cool breeze moved the strands of his combed back hair and tickled his face. A similar tingling started to form in his chest as among the others, you caught his eye - sitting at the table, laughing wholeheartedly with that breathtaking smile of yours, as Marco put a blanket over your shoulders to protect you from the chilly night air.

Jean couldn't help clenching his jaw.

"Jean, where've you been? Want one?" Reiner called out to him with a grin as he grabbed a can of beer from the table. Jean caught the can flying towards him in the air, and threw it right back to Reiner with that same momentum.

"Nah, but thanks, Reiner"

As Reiner drew everyone's attention to Jean, all cheerful faces turned to him, eyes beaming with joy at the sight of him. You noticed that, and you heard the happiness in all of their voices as they greeted him, even though they'd already met earlier.

You looked at him. The Jean standing in front if you was so different from the arrogant prick you saw in him a few months ago - in this moment, it made perfect sense why he was so loved by every one of his friends.

"Jean, finally! C'mere" Marco waved for him to come closer, and your eyes nervously dropped to your lap as Jean's eyes panned over to you and Marco.

He looked exceptionally fine in the dark button-up shirt he wore tonight. Rolled up sleeves letting those damn perfect forearms be seen, collar hugging those damn beautiful muscles of his neck that simply screamed to be kissed. The dark trousers and the belt hugging his hips looked so mouth-watering, it made you want to rip them off when you put your arms around his waist earlier. Not even talking about how your stomach kept doing backflips as you looked at his pretty face. Stubble making his jawline look even sharper, his beautiful eyes under frowned eyebrows looking at Marco as Jean talked to him, the straight line of his nose driving your eyes right to his inviting lips, glistening a bit as his tongue ran over them before he bit down on his lower lip... His eyes burning right into yours as you suddenly became aware that you were staring.

He caught you.

"I'll be right back" you jumped to your feet, pushing the blanket off to the bench as you left the table. You had to be alone for a minute. This evening was becoming too intense.

"Where are you going?" Sasha asked worried as she put her arm in front of you, stopping you in the doorway, and you looked at her with a reassuring smile.

"Just to the restroom. Do you know where it is?"

"Sure, it's at the end of the hallway next to the stairs" Sasha's thumb showed the way, pointing back above her shoulder. "But I think you should use the one in the master bedroom upstairs. It's closed for all these randos, but you can go in, Connie wouldn't mind"

After getting the directions from Sasha to find the key, you pushed your way through the brutal crowd in the living room, making your way up the stairs between shouting, drinking strangers, even a drunkenly kissing couple. You fished out the key to the master bedroom from a plant pot, just like Sasha said, then easily unlocked the door, quickly closing it back behind yourself.

You pressed your back to the door with a sigh of relief. Silence, finally.

"What are you acting so grumpy for?" Marco laughed as Jean sank down to the bench beside him, right where you just stood up from.

"M'not grumpy, the hell are you talking about?" Jean frowned at Marco and accepted the empty glass he passed to him.

"You wouldn't be if you heard what we talked about" Marco smiled while grabbing a bottle of whisky, pouring some in the glass he just handed to Jean. That just made Jean's frown deepen even more with confusion.

"Why, what'd you talk about?" he asked as he slowly raised the glass to his lips, a wondering shimmer in his hazel eyes.

"You" Marco's finger poked into Jean's chest, and he just looked at Marco's entertained grin completely confused.

"Me?"

"You, man" Marco nodded. He was absolutely amused at the curious hesitance showing on Jean's face.

"And what... What did she say?"

"Well, Sasha almost blew it, but she did tell me eventually..."

You stood in front of the mirror above the sink, and examined your face while you washed your hands. You felt like you looked different. You felt different. Even though huge parties like this made you feel severly overwhelmed, you still felt an immense joy about how great it felt to be with people you grew to like so much, people you could call your friends.

And Jean...

It felt like a hundred little butterflies woke up in your stomach as you thought of Jean, and you smiled at your reflection. Maybe you were a little tipsy, but the usual embarrassment you felt when you thought of the dirty little memories you shared, was nowhere to be found. A knot of excitement started to form in its place instead.

You wanted to talk to him again. You had to hear him, touch him, feel him.

You burst into the bedroom, hurrying straight to the door, then just when you placed your hand on the doorknob, a sudden voice made you nearly jump out of your own skin.

"Where's the rush, smarty-pants?"

[diefxrguns]

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃, 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒- PT 1

☞pairings- aot boys x afab!reader

☞synopsis- falling in love with a friend you can't have

☞c/w- sexual themes, , fluff

☞a/n- I'm sort of a new-ish writer so don't mind my spelling or mistakes. Don't share my work on other social media platforms.

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

Eren would never tell you how he'd miss spending time with you, so much to the point where he'd have to ask one of the girls to give him daily information about you.

He'd never tell you how he actually admires you, your work ethic, your patience. Your personality was golden, and Eren is so grateful that an amazing woman like you is in his life

Ren would never tell you how he saves all of your newest Instagram posts, your stories too. He has a whole gallery in his phone dedicated to your pretty self. He'd be lying if he said he'd never use them to relief some sexual frustration.

Ren won't ever tell you about the time he beat Reiner up from flirting with you, you weren't around - you went home. But he beat Reiner to a pulp .

Eren won't ever tell you how he loves your company, and the reason he feels so sleepy around you is because you're comforting and you feel like home.

You're his best friend besides Armin, but he'd never tell you how he feels. I the one thing he's scared of- is your rejection.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

Poor Armin feels so lonely and sad without your presence, your warm body next to his as the two of you watch a movie in his room.

He feels so attacked when you go out with your other friends instead of him, he calls you throughout the night only for you to answer the call but loud music playing in the background.

You then send him Vidoes and countless images of you grinding and dancing on some random man.

He feels so hurt and betrayed, you're not dating him. But he really has feelings for you, pent up feelings he's had for the longest time now.

He loves taking random pictures of you the times you two spend together, you don't even know he took one most times.

He treasures them, he even prints them out to keep with him at all times. Just so that Armin can see your pretty face on a pretty picture the size of a Polaroid.

How his hands shake when he asked you about sex for the first time, he was so anxious. Best friend's talk about sex all the time right?

And the Cherry on top of the perfect cake, was how you'd accidentally rub your knee against his growing bulge at sleepovers.

Making him whimper and grip the sheets a little.

Armin would just end up holding you close, his hands around your waist telling your unconscious body how much he wanted to be your husband and how much he really loves you.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

Jean's hands always made their way to your thigh when the two of you sat on his sofa, or went to go eat at a restaurant.

Giving you his jacket as the two of you walked home.

Braiding your hair into a perfect braid before the two of you sleep.

He would even walk in on you butt naked to give you a towel, you weren't afraid of your best friend seeing you naked, but Jean felt like he was going to burst.

Your perfect breasts sitting so pretty with drops of water falling from your wet silky hair onto your boobs and stomach, the water droplet trickling its way down to your pussy.

He noticed every small detail on your body carved by angels, he ended up standing there watching you dry your hair for a minute before leaving the bathroom

Jean would then make his way into the bedroom and run his hands through his thick hair, what the hell was going on? Why did he feel so, so different.

Jean always liked you, but now it was something so much more. His dick poking through his pants and his forehead sweaty from the sight he just saw .

Jean would never dream of making your relationship sexual, due to the fact that he never wanted to end this friendship

But my god, he wanted you badly, he wanted you so fucking badly right now.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

You and Connie were friends with Benefits.

If I'm being frank you two would fuck like wild animals every chance you got with each other.

When you and Connie were out in the mall, his hands made their way to your ass and squeezed it slightly. Or he would kiss your neck passionately, in the bathroom when nobody was there

His hands making their way up your tiny little skirt, rubbing your clit slightly. It was late and by the looks of the bathroom, it had been cleaned already.

He'd take you back to the car and open your door, telling you how fun the movie was.

You just looked into his eyes and he couldn't say a word. Connie was just, just so- so strangely inlove with you for some reason.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

Visiting Levi in the evening to make dinner together.

His hands wrapping themselves around your waist as you stir up the pasta.

Levi wasn't always this touchy- infact it's only until you two started getting close

Levi accompanying you to the mall, so you could buy new bra's and panties.

You two standing at the till waiting for the cashier to ring up the new items. Only for Levi to whisper in your ear

" you'd look so pretty in that white lace, can I see how it looks on your big tits when we get home Y/N"

[flxrartsstuff]

The last thing I need…

LevixfemReader, 18+

Authors note: You and Levi have been stranded in the middle of nowhere. You two were actually on your way to a wedding. And since you were both late anyway because other things had priority, the mood is a little tense. A little teasing that ends in another series of hot lovemaking in the back seat.

cw: unprotected sex, car sex, bj

»Come on,« he said swearing, hitting the steering wheel as he repeatedly failed to start the engine. No matter how many times he turned the key. She sat next to him in silence, chewing nervously on her lower lip and staring at the steering wheel as if it could somehow help to get the engine running. Levi had already opened the hood and rummaged around inside, but apparently everything was fine. But the car still wouldn't start.

They had been on their way to a wedding, running late and now they were halfway there. But that was just the icing on the cake because they were both late through no fault of their own and this time, they probably couldn't get away with it so easily. She had looked seductive in that tight red dress, looking at herself in the mirror from all sides, until he could no longer hold on to himself and had fallen over her. He had torn the dress off her body and mercilessly taken her in front of the mirror. As if that wasn't enough, she had dragged him onto the bed and continued their lovemaking there until they could take no more and she had to scratch his entire back to make him realize that they were late.

Now their car was stuck in the middle of nowhere, a road driving through a forest, with nothing but trees to the left and right. Levi cursed again before getting out of the car, furious with impatience and anger. She did the same and got out to stand next to him in front of the hood, holding the flashlight so he could see. He didn't care that his suit and shirt might get soiled.

»I just don't understand what the problem is.«

»Levi, shouldn't we call a towing service?« she tried calmly, stroking his shoulder. He leaned back again and groaned in annoyance.

»Fine, call him,« he made a dismissive gesture, clearly frustrated that he couldn't get the car running himself. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket, but no sooner had she dialed the number than the annoying signal sounded in the phone that there was no signal out here. The woman put her cell phone down and looked at Levi.

»No signal out here.«

»Perfect,« he replied cynically. »I guess we should have leave without our…Foreplay.« he didn't sound at all amused by this, his tone cold as he untied the knot of his bow tie around his neck. He undid the buttons of his white shirt underneath and looked up at the sky in frustration.

»Oh come on,« she began, still somewhat calmly, although she didn't like his tone at all. After all, he didn't have to take out on her how angry he was that they were late for the wedding. »Were we really going to go without?«

She smiled, knowing full well that they both wouldn't have stopped and would have loved to spend the whole day in bed. Unfortunately, that didn't appease him either. His gray eyes sparkled excitedly as he turned to her and grabbed her by the upper arms.

»Maybe I should have been more persistent, Y/N. Today, of all days, on Mikasa and that brat Eren's wedding day, « He let go of her and closed the hood a little too tightly.

»They will understand it,« she tried again, but it didn't really reassure him. He simply couldn't accept the fact that the car had broken down and that he couldn't fix it. He leaned silently against the hood and looked frustratedly into space.

»Understand that we'd rather shag each other than show up at her wedding on time? We're not getting anywhere here, you do realize that, right?«

She blew a strand of hair out of her face after his statement. Suddenly she had an idea and the urge to put an end to his naysaying. »Well then, we'll just have to push!«

»Push the car? To the wedding?« he repeated incredulously, raising a thin eyebrow. But she already started moving and walked to the back of the car. However, the road and the ground were a little slippery and as soon as she took a step, her foot snapped so that the heel of her pump broke off with a small crack. She toppled to the side, but was still able to support herself against the car. Levi was rushing forward, arms outstretched to catch her, but she remained on her feet. Frustrated that her heel had broken off, she lifted her foot and took a closer look at the mess. The beautiful, elegant shoe that had matched her dress perfectly was now ruined by the heel, which was loosely attached to the rest of the shoe. You really couldn't be seen anywhere with that. She turned back to Levi, her shoe raised threateningly in her hand.

»Not a single word,« she began, only to stop him from making any more sarcastic remarks when the sky suddenly rumbled and a little later, the first raindrops pattered directly down on them. Unlike her, Levi reacted faster, opened the car door and dragged her into the back seat. She landed with her back on the cool leather of the seats and in the next moment felt his warm body on top of her, his soft lips sealed with hers. When he pulled away from her again, she was breathing heavily. Her face glowed with sudden heat. He lifted her other leg and removed the other shoe from her feet.

»Levi...« she purred, perplexed, yet slightly aroused. The rain pelted down on the car, now even harder and heavier. The car was their only protection from this weather. A few raindrops fell from his black strands of hair and splashed on her cheeks. His face was so close to hers that his breath kept hitting her lips.

»What are you doing? We have to go to the wedding...«

»First, I'll teach you some manners...« he interrupted her and immediately placed his lips on her neck. His tongue caressed every spot that she loved and immediately destroyed any resistance. His body lay on top of hers without really pressing on her. She only felt his warmth, as well as the clear pressure in his trousers, which pressed deliciously against her feminine center. He pushed a few strands of her hair aside, slid the strap of her dress down and continued to worship her collarbone and shoulders. A sigh left her lips, so uninhibited and unrestrained. And he loved every single sound she made. Her skin was so soft and he let out a few little groans as well as his tongue slide over her skin.

»Do you think you can go to the wedding in that shoe and dress? I don't think so, my dear,« and somehow there was suddenly a hint of amusement in his voice. His annoyed mood seemed to be blown away. When she didn't say anything back, he looked up into her eyes, which were half closed.

»Look at me when I'm talking to you.« he said to her more insistently, grabbing her chin with one hand and turning her face in his direction. He leaned directly over her, running his thumb over her lips and smudging the seductive red lipstick even more. She opened her mouth a little more, let his thumb slide in and sighed aroused.

»So needy again, huh? Let's see how much...« His hand moved slowly from her mouth, down over her breasts and stomach, to between her thighs. He pushed her dress aside like an annoying obstacle and ran his fingers over her already soaked panties. She immediately shuddered under his touch and put her arms around his neck to pull him down impatiently. He growled darkly in response and stroked his fingers up and down over her pussy.

»Teach me manners, Levi,« she whispered in his ear, burying her fingers in his black hair, stroking his undercut and feeling his tense body on hers. He made every sensitive part of hers tremble, even though he was only just getting started. Her dress quickly disappeared and was thrown carelessly onto the passenger seat, followed by his white shirt and pants. No matter how tight it was in the back seat, they couldn't stop themselves. At some point, her legs were wrapped around his hips and he was already deep inside her with his hard length, while their lips were literally stuck together. The harder his thrusts became, the deeper he seemed to sink into her. Her wetness enveloped him excitedly and while her moans were like music to his ears. Constantly whispering the same words, that he shouldn't stop while they did it unrestrained in the car.

»Oh fuck, yes...« she groaned breathlessly, clawing her hands into his neck, into his arms over everywhere they met skin. His deep voice vibrated on her lips as he kissed her. He nibbled on her lips, let his tongue glide through them and caressed hers. She sighed in pleasure, but didn't smile for long as he thrust into her harder, making her gasp excitedly. Heat gathered in the car, their bodies sticking together through their sweat.

»Yes, please. Please, don’t stop…« She moaned, threw her head back and let all her cries of pleasure resound throughout the car. He did the same and couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't. All he wanted was to feel her tight pussy on his cock, contracting with pleasure the closer she got to orgasm. He grabbed her chin again, a little harder this time, and turned her head back towards him.

»Look into my fucking eyes, when you cum‘,« he said breathlessly, impatiently and without restraint. It was intense to close his eyes, but having Levi's gaze in front of him made it even more intense. It had never been as intimate as it was now. She saw the lust in them, saw his climax coming closer and once again the confirmation that they were one in this moment. It was intense, she felt everything with every fiber of her body. She felt how it tightened with pleasure in her abdomen, how her hips moved together with his.

»That’s right, Y/N, just like that,« he praised her with a moan and kissed her sore lips hotly and demanding. He was clearly close to climaxing, but gave up all his energy to make her come faster than him. And she did. The orgasm overtook her body, she stretched her back with pleasure, moaned and moved towards him.

»Oh, yes please, oh god yes…« she repeated over and over again, as if intoxicated. She couldn't and wouldn't stop herself. But she was surprised when Levi pulled back, straightened up and sat down in the seat. He pulled her closer to him by her hair so that her face hung directly in front of his still hard cock.

»And now show me what good manners you have. Don't you dare to lose a single drop...« He sounded dark and dominating, a shiver chased over her still drained and trembling body, where she could still feel the effects of her orgasm. She exchanged a curt glance with him before doing as he asked. And by God, she'd milk him so clean he'd beg her not to stop. Even though she knew it was a rarity to hear Levi beg.

She slid closer to him, placed her lips on his tip and kissed him. She never lost eye contact with him as she licked along his length, holding him with both hands. It was a pleasure for her to do this every time, to show him how much she appreciated him. He leaned his head back so that she had a clear view of his Adam's apple. His whole body shuddered as she began to suck on him, slowly taking the length into her mouth. At first her movements were slow. She let it slip from her lips before taking it deep inside her again.

»Fuck.« He grabbed the back of her head, pulled harder on her hair and pressed her face closer. »Just like that.«

She did what he wanted and sucked faster and deeper on him, eager to reach his climax and feel him deep in her throat. He kept repeating his words, encouraging her not to stop. His cock pulsated in her mouth, she could feel that he would come at any moment. Even faster and faster, her lipstick had long since smudged and left a few streaks on his cock. When he came, panting and moaning, her mouth was wide open and she swallowed every last drop without losing any of it.

»That's my good girl...« he growled and stroked his fingers gently through her hair, almost lovingly compared to the way he had grabbed her earlier. Suddenly the wedding had completely faded into the background and it seemed as if they had all the time in the world. The rain continued to patter on the roof of the car, like a relaxing melody. The windows were completely steamed up, they were both sweating and breathing fast. Levi enjoyed the sight of her smudged lipstick and his cum spread across her lips. He wouldn't trade that sight for anything in the world. Not even for a wedding.

[jujutsubaby]

congrats on your milestone sweetie!!! a hot white mocha with oat milk, and a slice of the rose milk cake from maison rose would be lovely 🌹 thanks! 🤗

a/n. thank u for participating babe xx i really appreciate it. your ask was giving xmas/holiday szn so i decided to riff off of that hehe enjoy ~ 

🌹 WELCOME TO MAISON ROSE ! 🌹

🤍 PAIRING. mikasa

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.4k+

what sucks more than having to work during the holidays? no, really, you’re waiting for an answer while you’re cleaning up another spill on the counter for the third time this morning. how are people this careless about leaving their drinks near the ledge?

not only that, but you have to do an expert job of cleaning or else your boss, mr. clean freak levi ackerman, would tear you a new one. god, you wish you had made better plans in advance. 

and to make matters worse, eldians rarely believed in using the holidays to stay at home and relax. rather, it was a time of festivities and late night gatherings @ paradis’ trendiest cafe: maison rose. 

okay, sure you’re sounding bitter right now and not at all in the holiday spirit but you have a good reason and it’s that you miss marley and your family, but alas, it was your choice to “find yourself” and you just happened to find yourself enjoying making delectable drinks and pastries with levi during his retirement. 

you take a look at your watch. 11:30pm. two more hours until closing. you can do this. at this point, people were already wrapping up their conversations and heading back to someone’s house, so you’ve been spending most of the time touching up the cake display and cleaning the coffee bar.

as you’re loading up the dirty dishes into the back, you hear the laughter of your least favorite customer. okay, let’s get all the formalities out of the way: you love and cherish every customer equally and you strive to make the best drink every day. but you would be lying if you didn’t think about using the expired milk on eren jeager’s cafe au lait every time he visits. 

it’s not that he’s rude or mean…just a bit too brash and uncomely for your liking. you finally see him and his friends walking towards the counter to order: armin, jean, connie, and…some (gorgeous? ethereal?) raven-haired maiden  you’ve never seen before. what’s a girl like her doing with a crass, uncultured, oafish guy like —

“‘sup babygirl, y’miss me?” eren says, winking at you and effectively derailing your train of thought. you stop staring at the girl like some juvenile teenager and focus back on eren. he’s wearing a black supreme hoodie, and you’re pretty sure it’s fake. you roll your eyes. 

“what do you want, jaeger?” you ask, annoyed at his greeting for you.

he frowns at your unwelcoming response. “why’re you acting like you don’t know your favorite customer’s drink?”

you raise an eyebrow. “so one iced bleach latte for you?” 

“i bet that would actually be so good because i know levi keeps the good cleaning shit in the back.” he says, without missing a beat. 

“can you guys not do your usual antics tonight? it’s literally a holiday here…” you turn around to see levi with crossed arms glaring at both you and eren, and you both nod your head and play nice to not scare the customers away. you quickly start jotting down the orders of everyone with eren, but you only paid attention to one particular order. 

a hot white mocha latte with a slice of rose milk cake on the side. the same rose milk cake you had spent hours this morning decorating, and had only one slice left. was it super delusional for you to think that this was meant to be? a raven haired maiden to request the very last piece of your hard work?

you got so caught up in your fantasies (read: slight delusions) that you forgot to ask for her name. 

you pride yourself in preparing your drinks with care and detail, but for some reason, you found yourself frothing the milk a little extra longer for the white mocha, and being extra precise pouring the latte art. 

you call eren’s name for the drinks and he gets up to receive them. a thought pops into your head, and you know it’s gonna hurt you more than eren to say it, but…fuck it, it’s the holidays anyway. 

“eren, wait.” you hesitate to say, not even realizing you were holding a silent breath. your hands clam up. “uhh, who’s…that girl you’re with?”

just as expected, a sinister smirk forms on eren’s face as he sneaks a glance back at mikasa who’s chuckling at something connie has said. “oh? you mean mikasa? why’d ya wanna know? does someone have a cruuussh–”

“shut…up, jaeger!” you hush him, not wanting anyone else in the cafe to hear. “i don’t have a crush on her okay, god forbid i wanna know my customer’s names, jeez…”

“oh, okay, then you’re fine if i admit to you she’s my girlfriend?” you practically drop the last precious slice of rose milk cake from the plate you’re holding. ain’t no fucking way she’s with him…

“you’re lying,” you say definitely, calling our eren’s bluff. 

“okay, yeah, i am. but still, that means you dig her, oooo~”

you regret this already. oh well, at least you tried. “just take your stupid drinks and go.” and for once, eren does as you say. 

you notice eren’s party stays longer than most other people, and it’s probably because of their close history with levi, who has been making the rounds to say hello to his old survey corps colleagues. 

as the two hours dwindle down to minutes, you’re almost done wiping down the countertops and unloading the dishes. levi leaves upon your insistence that he enjoy a night out with erwin and hange, despite his groaning and moaning about just wanting to go home, so it’s on you to close up shop. 

you wave goodbye to eren’s friends, and scrunch your nose up in disgust at eren. however, you notice the most peculiar thing: mikasa waving them goodbye whilst staying behind. you’re confused, wasn’t she…?

mikasa collects her plate and cup and meets you across the countertop. she looks so pretty wearing a tight fitted stop and baggy ripped jeans, that you almost don’t register her greeting you.

“hey, sorry i’m bringing in these plates so late, i know you must be dying to go home…”

“oh! um, don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal as long as you enjoyed your order.” you say warmly, taking the dishes from her. your fingers brush against her hands and you could’ve sworn there was twinge of pink on her cheeks. 

“it was the best drink! but i was really blown away about the rose milk cake? eren told me you make them every morning and design them yourself? is that true?” eren told her that? eren talked about you to mikasa? 

“oh, uh, yeah, i guess i do,” you say, scratching the back of your head. 

“don’t be so humble! you should be so proud of what you made. you’ve actually ruined cakes for me, so thanks for that.” you chuckle. 

“do you really like it so much? i’ve been saving a slice of saffron milk cake because it was leftover from today in the back, you want it?” 

“oh! eren told me you might have some leftovers in the back but i thought he was just messing with me like always.”

“yeah, you can’t ever trust that guy.” eren? telling mikasa? about your secret cake stash in the back? the last time you told him about that, you made him promise to keep it a secret while you two scarfed them down after levi left. 

“i never do! at least not for normal stuff like this,” she chuckles. that being said, you were glad eren’s big mouth blabbed this little secret. 

you go to the back and bring out two slices of saffron milk cakes for mikasa in to-go boxes. she stares at the cakes, before demurely looking at your eyes. the eye contact catches you off guard as she says, “maybe we can sit down and share the slices together? i don’t think we ever met, y/n. sorry, eren told me your name…i hope that was okay.”

wait? she asked eren for your name? “i’d love to, actually.”

the delusions were well and alive in your mind as you once again are convinced this must be fate, even if that fate involves a little bit of eren’s meddling. you take off your apron and join mikasa in the couch in the corner, where the two of you sink into the sofa, and end up way too close to each other as you share the cakes.

but neither of you mind it. 

[ichijager13]

A Trip To the Bookstore

Fandom: Attack on titan (Shingeki no Kyojin)

Rating: General Audience.

CW: really none, just me getting my Dad!Eren scenarios and exploiting my baby fever.

Family fluff, Fater-daughter moment

Word Count: 770 words.

Summary:

For her fifth birthday, Eren takes his daughter Nina to the bookstore.

Standing in front of the bookstore’s door, Eren looked down at his daughter and asked, “Are you ready for this adventure, little one?” Unable to contain her excitement, Nina nodded vigorously. “Then let’s go,” the young father cheered, pushing the door open.

For her fifth birthday, Eren promised the young girl to take her to a bookstore nearby after work. The previous night, before going to bed, the two of them made a deal. They agreed that she could choose up to four books and that they would stop by the neighborhood’s bakery to buy a birthday cake.

Nina’s big, jade green eyes, which she inherited from her father, wandered around the place. Taken aback by how big the store was, she scanned the multiple floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books of all sizes and colors. A few minutes later, she glanced at her father, silently asking with her round, emerald-colored eye for permission to let go of his hand and go explore every corner of that magical place. An encouraging smile brightened Eren’s features as he slowly released the small and delicate hand he had been holding since they left home.

The little girl’s steps were hesitant at first, but when she noticed there were other kids around, exploring the store, her attitude slowly changed. She started picking up books and flipping the pages.

From time to time, she would turn to check whether her father was tagging along. Each time their eyes met, she would flash him a wide smile with her tongue poking from behind the missing tooth she had lost a week ago.

“Daddy,” Nina called for her father minutes later and pointed out one of the shelves out of her reach. “Can I have dis one, pwease?”

“Which one, darling?” he asked, studying the books lined on that shelf.

“Da one with snow.”

“Nice choice. I’ve read those when I was your age,” he commented, picking up the first book of the Tomten series. “How about we check if they have the whole collection before we leave?” The little brunette hummed in response, visibly happy. “Wanna look for more books?”

Nina nodded as her father pushed the strands of brown-colored hair that escaped from under her hat and partially covered her eyes. He then watched her go back to her book quest.

“Did you find anything?” he asked when he noticed she had been staring at the same shelf for several minutes.

She nodded before bending to grab a copy of The Giving Tree and handing it to him.

“Another nice pick. That’s my girl,” he approved, going through the pages of one of his childhood reads.

Eren knew that this experience was going to be unique. However, he didn’t expect it to unlock so many memories from his childhood.

“Thewe’s anotha’ one too. It has a gween dwagon with blue hownes hiding in a pocket.” She tugged at the hem of his dark gray duffle coat.

“Whatever my princess wants,” he said, gently squishing her rosy cheeks. “Where did you see it?”

“Thewe.” She designated a shelf behind him.

He grabbed the book and showed it to her. “This one?”

“Mhm!” Nina responded, giddily smiling.

“That’s all?”

She nodded once again before asking, “Can we stay a little longa’, pwease Daddy, pwease?” She looked up at him with big, round, and pleading eyes.

“Of course, my dear. I love this place so much. I have so many lovely memories here.” Noticing her puzzled expression, he explained dreamily, “Oma and I used to come here a lot with Uncle Armin. It was our favorite place,” he voiced, embracing the whole place with his loving gaze. He could’ve sworn he could hear his mother’s voice chatting with the owner as Armin and he were looking for their next reads. “And I wanted my little princess to discover it as well. Do you like it?”

“I love it, Daddy! Can we come back soon?”

“Of course, we can visit whenever you want.”

“Thank you.”

Nina spent the next thirty minutes happily wandering around and inspecting every nook and cranny of the store.

Once they asked for the remaining books from the series, they headed to the cashier.

“Is it your birthday, sweety?" the checkout girl inquired when Eren asked for a birthday card. She offered Nina a bunny shaped balloon when Nina bobbed her head.

Later that day, both dressed in their pajamas, Eren and Nina ate their cake slices while going through the pages of the books they bought that day.

Nina listened to her father tell her funny stories about the place and the old owner.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

it's always "Lost, what if Erwin survived" or "what if Levi chose Erwin" but never "Lost, would you prefer Erwin to survive or are you satisfied with his ending" :P I understand both can be true at the same time I personally would like to see Erwin survive but I'm still ok with his ending. What about Levi, are you satisfied with his ending? Lots of fans want him to die anime fans value a heroic death over everything and romanticize it but I am glad our man survived, in a way Levi's ending completed Erwin's and every other scouts before them because he was fighting to give a meaning to their deaths. Plus, every character suffered but most of them knew happiness even for a short while: Erwin with his dad, same with Mikasa and Eren with their families and all. Levi from birth to the last chapter all he knew was fighting and suffering. Glad man was able to chill and relax a little bit

Hi Anon, that's quite a lot of questions there!

Lost, would you prefer Erwin to survive or are you satisfied with his ending?

In the immediate aftermath of Midnight Sun I was devastated by Erwin's death, heartbroken, angry and confused. I know I'm not the only person who genuinely grieved for Erwin. His death seemed so inexplicable. It took us time, and Isayama's Answers Book, to really understand Levi's decision. I know that some fans never really forgave either Levi or Isayama, and drifted away from the fandom not long after Erwin died. In retrospect, knowing how the story developed, I've made my peace with Erwin's death. He is one of the few characters who died with his dream intact, and we know that fulfilled dreams in the world of SnK more often than not turned into nightmares. He died knowing that he had fulfilled his duty, and he had his most loved and trusted comrades at his side as he breathed his last. I don't think you can call it a peaceful death, it was cruel, violent and bloody, but when the end came, the person he loved and trusted the most, granted him the grace to rest in peace with his humanity intact.

Much as I would have loved to see what Erwin would have been capable of with all that knowledge, and possibly also Titan power, at his disposal, I am content that he died when he did, with Levi and Hange by his side. And of course Erwin's death did nothing to diminish his bond with Levi. Quite the opposite, Erwin's sacrifice, and Levi's vow ensured that their bond transcended death.

What about Levi, are you satisfied with his ending?

I have to confess, for a long time I was one of the fans who desperately wanted Levi to go out in a blaze of glory, fulfilling his vow to take down the Beast Titan and then being reunited with Erwin and his fallen comrades in the after life. I never in a million years expected that to actually happen, we all know how Isayama loves to torture his characters, so when Hange got exactly the ending that I dreamed of for Levi I was stunned. I was also more than a little apprehensive about what would happen to Levi in the aftermath of Hange's death, because I knew there was no way Isayama would use the same plot line twice. I was really ambivalent about Levi surviving right up until the very final chapter. But when he lived I was genuinely surprised by how happy I felt for him. When his last salute on the battlefield was returned by Erwin and his comrades my heart swelled fit to burst. The final panel of Levi living his best life with Gabi, Flaco and Onyankopon, and pointedly not joining the delegation to Paradis, was just the cherry on the cake. So yes, I am satisfied with Levi's ending, though of course I also choose to believe that he was eventually reunited with Erwin and all those who he had loved and lost. (I wrote a fic that attempted to tie up some of the loose ends and bring Levi's story to its conclusion, called The Permanence of the Young Men.)

Levi from birth to the last chapter all he knew was fighting and suffering.

I'm going to have to respectfully disagree with you here Anon. There's no question that Levi suffered throughout his life from the moment he was born, but I don't believe he never knew love or happiness. Kuchel obviously loved him dearly, that was her "drug" in Kenny's words. It's impossible to say how much Levi remembered of his mother and how the trauma of her death affected him, but I think that early love really shaped his character and resulted in him becoming such a kind and compassionate individual, despite everything he suffered.

I also think Levi found a degree of happiness, or at least belonging and camaraderie, in the Survey Corps. He was clearly devoted to his comrades, and they returned that devotion in spades.

And then of course there's Erwin. Erwin gave Levi a purpose to fight for, a cause to turn his strength to, but more than that he gave him companionship, trust, love and understanding. To find someone you can trust completely, and who trusts you in return is a gift beyond measure. So yes, Levi fought and suffered, but he also experienced the kind of love and companionship that many can only dream of.

[karizard-ao3]

Happy Father's Day (a single parents AU sneak peak)

Please keep in mind this is a rough draft and subject to change!

Beach Day Snippet

Eren dipped his toe in the water, shaking his head. “It’s too cold, peanut. You’d turn into a popsicle if I let you swim in there.”

“It’s not too told!” Adri protested, squatting down at the edge of the sand and poking her finger into the lake. “Dat’s warm to me, Daddy.”

“No, peanut. I’m sorry,” said Eren, looking up at the sky. The weather was dubious, but Armin was still insisting the forecast called for sun. “Maybe it will warm up after you eat?”

“Otay,” said Adri. “Dat sounds good.”

“It might not happen,” Eren warned, but Adri was already marching back to the bag of sand toys they had brought. He sighed. “Adri, you can’t swim if it’s still cold later.”

Adri ignored him, dumping out the bag and humming to herself as she began to scoop sand into a pail. Eren sat down next to her, smoothing his hand over her tangled curls. He hoped the sun would make a reappearance. Adri had been talking about going swimming since Armin had extended the invitation a few days ago, and he was not looking forward to the meltdown she was going to have if it turned out they would not be going in the water. 

"I's making take," said Adri, who did not share any of his concerns. 

"What flavor?" asked Eren.

Adri thought for a moment. "Birthday take sprinkle," she said with a decisive nod. "It's going to be so yummy."

"I can't wait to try it," said Eren, leaning back on his hands and looking off in the direction Mikasa had gone with Mason and Annie, wondering why she wasn't back yet. Armin was still sitting on the blanket exactly as he had been when they had left. The little fucker had barely looked up from his phone now that the warring pregnant women had descended upon his inbox. He loved getting into the middle of shit like this and pulling strings. Eren remembered when Armin had decided to fix the senior homecoming court elections their junior year because some of the popular senior girls had snubbed Armin’s girlfriend and made her cry. Eren couldn’t remember all the details of the senior girls’ crimes because he hadn’t cared at the time and he still didn’t care now, but he had been impressed by the cold-blooded precision with which Armin had launched his revenge. Not only had none of the girls involved won a homecoming title, they had also failed to procure dates to the dance. Eren didn’t know how Armin had managed it, just that he had. Just like he’d managed to get their old trio back together by reuniting Eren and Mikasa after thirteen years of silence. Eren wondered if Armin had ever been in a situation he could not control if he wanted to. 

“Otay, the take is ready,” said Adri, patting a pile of sand with the back of her shovel. “Time for a bite, Daddy!”

Eren took the shovel from her and scooped up a heaping serving of sand, bringing it toward his mouth and letting it fall to the ground. “Num num num num,” he said, smacking his lips together. 

“Is it good?” asked Adri, clasping her hands beneath her chin, starry-eyed.

“It’s delicious, peanut,” said Eren.

Adri snatched the shovel back and fake ate some sedimentary cake of her own. “Oh, dis is da best take I ever made,” she said.

“I hope you still have room for lunch,” said a soft, smiling voice from behind them. 

Eren twisted around. “Mikasa!” he said, warmth spreading through his chest and flooding into his cheeks. “What are you doing back there? I thought you went to Frank’s Franks.”

She gestured at a squat building tucked away by some trees. “Mason had to use the bathroom,” she said. “So we took the scenic route back.”

“Where’s Annie?” asked Eren. 

“She’s in the bathroom, too,” said Mikasa. “I came on ahead to bring Adri her food. I felt bad that we already made her wait.” She handed Eren a paper sack made nearly transparent by grease. “I hope she likes french fries. Bread and ketchup didn’t seem like enough.”

Eren unrolled the top and looked inside. “This is perfect,” he said. “Thank you so much.”

“Is dat my lunch?” asked Adri. 

“It is,” said Eren, standing up and brushing off the seat of his shorts. “Let’s go wash our hands and then you can eat it.”

“And den I tan go swimming,” said Adri, hopping to her feet. 

“Um,” said Eren. “We’ll see.” He glanced over his shoulder at Mikasa, who held out her hand towards him. His heart raced like a hummingbird’s while his thoughts slowed, becoming as thick and treacly as molasses. His fingers twitched, ready to lace themselves through hers. Was that what she wanted? To hold hands without Mason’ meddling? He’d thought she wouldn’t be interested, but-

“I’ll hold the bag for you,” she said. “You don’t want to bring that into the toilets.”

Eren gurgled and shoved the sack at her, sending silent thanks to whatever benevolent entity had prevented him from making an ass of himself just now. “Thanks,” he choked, grabbing Adri and hurrying away with her. Stupid, stupid, stupid! 

His cheeks were still beet red when Annie and Mason emerged from their respective restrooms. 

“Hi, Eren!” said Mason with an eager grin. 

“Hey, buddy,” said Eren, lifting his hand for a high five. Mason’s smile brightened and he smacked his palm against Eren’s as hard as he could. “Ouch!” said Eren. “Strong guy!”

“Yeah!” said Mason, lifting his arm and curling his hand into a fist, showing off his noodly bicep. “I almost have a six-pack!”

“I used to have a six-pack,” Eren said, looking down at his stomach. “Now I’m just kind of hairy and flat. It takes a lot of work to maintain abs like that.” He frowned, rubbing his hand up and down his non-existent gut. “Maybe I should get back on my fitness regimen. I just don’t know if I have that kind of time anymore.”

“I do sit ups when I watch TV,” said Mason, kicking the air. ‘Because I have so much energy!” 

“I could do that,” said Eren, pinching his belly and capturing a minuscule fold of skin between his fingers. His shoulders drooped. This was it. He had a dad bod. His looks were going and he had nothing left to offer besides his terrible personality.

“You look fine. Mikasa doesn’t care what your abs look like,” Annie murmured as she passed by, batting away Eren’s dejected sigh.

“Huh?” he said.

“You heard me,” said Annie. “Come on, Mason! Your mom is waiting and she looks lonely.”

“She does?” asked Eren, spinning around to check on her. She was sitting next to Adriana’s sand cake, looking out at the lake and sneaking a french fry, enjoying her own company. 

“I’m coming, Mom!” Mason shouted, scampering across the sand towards her. Mikasa turned to look at him, her expression softening into fond exasperation as he veered off to the side, screaming for her to watch as he climbed over a log, then kept running. "Did you see that?" he panted. 

Eren waited long enough to see her nod before he turned his attention back to Adri, a regretful ache throbbing in his chest. "Come on, peanut. Let's go wash those hands."

[pinkheichou]

"What's the worst thing you ever did?" (Ereri/Riren)

A little something I wrote for Christmas. Enjoy!

[Read it on Ao3]

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"What's the worst thing you ever did?" Eren casually asked as he was taking another bite of Levi's self-made fruit cake. Their Christmas dinner was over and they had settled for a dessert to finish off the cozy night. Snow was piling up outside, but the married couple was inside with a fire glazing in the hearth.

Levi and Eren had married in August. The honeymoon phase was long over. The honeymoon love had also passed. They were now living a settled and peaceful life and sometimes Levi acted as if he was already an old married man, ready to give advice to younger people. Perhaps that's why Eren wanted to spice things up out of the blue. Trying to find out if Levi had any hidden secrets from the past he didn't know about. Of course he knew much about his husband. But not everything.

"Hm?" Levi's fork stopped midway. He wasn't sure, if he'd heard Eren correctly. Did he really ask him something just now?

"What's the worst thing you ever did?" Eren asked again—in exactly the same way, safe for his mouth being full of cake this time.

"How did you come up with such a question right now?"

"It just popped into my head. Might as well ask." Eren smirked. "You got something to tell, eh?"

Levi sighed. "I hate this."

Eren's ears perked up. His eyes widened excitedly. "Oh, I'm already invested!"

"I didn't even tell you anything yet."

"Tell me."

Levi thought about it. He then grimaced. "I don't wanna."

"Ohhhhh. It's that bad?! You have to tell me!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm your husband."

"Weakest reason ever."

"Because I love you."

"That's why it's better if you don't know."

"Oh my god, I want to know. I need to know!" Eren was banging one fist on the table enthusiastically. "Levi, tell me!"

Levi sighed heavily. He should have said 'no' instead of hinting at the thing that came to his mind after he'd heard Eren's question. "It's so bad—"

"Tell me."

"—I don't wanna remember it."

"You already are. I'm dying to know, you know?"

"It's so bad." Levi insisted. "I feel every ounce of regret when thinking back to it.

Levi rarely regretted something. Eren knew that. So it must be that bad, huh?

"There was one time," Levi commenced, totally forgetting about the fruit cake, "where I came back from a party at college. And I was totally stoned. I was still a virgin back then. And that day I kinda was horny. It must have been the blunt I smoked. But I was so stoned. And horny. Extremely horny."

Eren held in his breath. He was anticipating the rest of the story. He'd already heard of guys being so horny that they punched a hole in the wall and fucked it.

"I didn't know what to do. At that time I wanted know what it was like making out and sleeping with something. I don't know. Just stuff like that."

"Understandable."

"No." Levi's eyelids fluttered absentmindedly. "You don't get it. I was home, at my actual home. Lying there on the floor. Horny and all. Some time later my uncle Kenny came home from work. I didn't really register that. I couldn't really figure out that it was him. I was out of my mind. My head was empty and full at the same time."

"You're making it so difficult to stay calm. Tell me what you did."

"I'm dreading it. I don't wanna utter it out loud."

"It was that that that bad?"

"You don't get it. I was horny. And there was something in the same house as me. In the same room actually."

"Oh my... god..." Eren had a weird feeling.

"I stood up, went up to him, didn't listen to anything he said. I couldn't. I didn't know what he was saying."

" You fucked your uncle?!" Eren bit his fist, this time his eyes were widened in terror.

"No!" Levi had his eyes closed. He couldn't look at his husband. "But our lips touched. Before I knew what I was doing, I was kissing him. With tongue and all."

Eren's mouth was agape. He had expected anything but this. Levi – the calm and collected and gentle Levi – had actually done such a...

"Is that why he kicked you out for good?" Levi was raised by his uncle until his college years after his parents had died in an accident.

"He didn't kick me out. I left home after he tried to force me to continue his business. Didn't want that because it seemed to be a shady one for me. But he kicked me in the face that day. With hands and feet. I wasn't feeling high anymore. Or horny. He quite literally kicked me back to my senses. And that's when I realised what I had actually done."

"Oh, this is actually bad." Eren had abandoned his piece of cake.

Levi, however, had resumed eating his share. He had told Eren his worst mistake in life and now he felt like he could function like a human again.

Eren was watching him. He had put on a crooked smile." You... slut..." he said, but didn't actually mean it.

Levi glared at him.

"Besides the beating, how did your uncle react to it?"

"When I was sober again, I told him that I had not been in a sane state of mind due to the drug I had taken. He didn't give a shit about that. Threatened me to rearrange my organs, if I ever were to fuck up this bad again. However, I think he didn't take it that personally anymore in the end. Probably got him thinking about the things he did when he was young. I, however, can never get over this. It was my first kiss, you know?"

Eren didn't know if he should laugh or feel empathetic. "My deepest condolences." he said, sarcastically.

Levi glared at his husband again. He never thought their first Christmas together would end up like this, but at least Eren knew about that incident now. A trauma shared is a trauma halved, right?

Thinking about that, Levi raised a brow. "By the way... What's the worst thing you ever did?"

There was a pause. Eren had finished eating his cake and wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

He chuckled.

And then stood up.

"I'm not gonna tell you." He winked as he left the room.

Levi watched him leave, dumbfounded. No way, Levi thought, I got tricked by him?!

[betbeton]

✃ Happy Broken Hearts !

Eren Jaeger × Reader

Warnings - Infidelity, Sexual Content

18 + Minors And Ageless accounts DNI

Note - Modern AU, Established Relationship

· GN Reader ·

· Twitter Request ·

· A/N - y/n is kinda toxic, but it was stated in the request,,,, i am still sorry though. ·

・❥・ Masterlist

You weren't broken up over the little secret Sasha had let slip after one too many drinks on a night out with friends. What did bother you was the little fact your partner didn't think to just break things off. Really how hard would it have been to snip the romantic cord threading you two together? Sure it would hurt emotionally, but if he was already at the point of having sex with strangers then he should have just done the proper thing and broken up with you. After all you two had been dating since year ten so you knew your days were most likely numbered once you both hit college age. You had just hoped Eren would do the adult thing and not go sticking his cock in everyone he found attractive behind your back.

Though this did give you the chance to be petty, and let him know he wasn't nearly as slick as he probably thought he had been. After all what sane person would cheat on their supposedly beloved partner, let alone do it while spending time with mutual friends? Oh well, that is his own stupidity or rather lack of any sense of care for your emotions at the time. It wasn't anything you couldn't handle. After all a good cry and a well deserved extra appointment with your therapist had given you the peace of mind that you didn't need Eren to be the one breaking things off . . . you could just end it yourself, and in a way that would bring you endless amounts of petty joy.

As you stood in your shared flat, stirring a bowl of cake batter as the bottom two layers sat baking away peacefully in the oven, you had to fight down the devilish little grin that wanted to settle on your face when you heard the front door unlock. Choking down a small laugh when Eren walked in and placed a half-hearted kiss on your cheek, commenting on how good the cake batter cooking smelled. Really you were above this and should have broken things off before this petty idea struck your fancy, but where was the fun in not giving him a small taste of his own medicine. Especially after the humiliation you felt coursing through your veins when you explained to Sasha that Eren and you hadn't broken things off and he had in fact cheated on you.

As you poured out the last layer into the smallest cake tin and popped it into the oven, you made your way towards your shared room making sure to stuff the bag you had borrowed to pack all your things into was safely tucked away into the back of your closet. Moving back to the living room you allowed Eren to drag you into his lap when his hand curled around your wrist. His lips ghosting over your skin as he shifted to slip a rough hand underneath your shirt. His other hand guiding you to grind your own warm arousal against the hard-on hidden beneath his trousers. Slipping you hand between your bodies you deftly undid his pants and tugged out his cock, laughing lightly at the fact he had forgone underwear in jeans of all things. Sliding back from his hold to perch yourself on his knees. Your hands wrapped around his cock as your body bent forward mouth dropping open as a glob of spit dribbled down onto his flushed tip. Swiping a thumb over the sensitive head to smear the spit you began a harsh pace, just how he liked it. Your soft hands grabbing at him gently while your movements where sharp and jerked his cock around, he had voiced how it was his favourite type of handjob. Rough with a touch of the soft loving affection he had grown accustomed to receiving from you.

Leaning back you fixed a lazy stare onto his cock, watching how the bulbous head disappeared into your clenched hands with each upwards tug, only to pop out when your hands roughly jerked down causing his watery pre to coat your fingers and palms. The rough jerk of his hips was a telltale sign he was close to cumming, keeping your harsh pace you shimmied slightly forward to give him the leverage to use his legs while thrusting upwards into your grip. It didn't take long before he was spilling warm ropes of cum across your hands and wrists. Moving off him you held your hands out from your body and went into the kitchen to wash them, the timer you had set beeped loudly as you finished washing off the quickly drying cum that was marring your skin.

Tugging out the cake a grin split your face as you set to work on decorating them. Stacking the warm top layer onto the two chilled lower ones. It took you an hour to finish your masterpiece, and what a glorious sight it was. A beautiful three tiered carrot cake with the words, 'Happy Break-up!' scrawled across the top layer in cursive. Gently moving the cake to rest on your outstretched arms you waddled with the desert over to your soon to be ex-boyfriend. Calling his name in a sugary sweet tone he turned in his office chair only to be met with your masterpiece and a gleeful grin smacked onto your face.

Setting the desert down on his desk as you watched his cheeks turn red with barely concealed embarrassment you waltzed towards you formerly shared bedroom calling out over your shoulder.

"I'll have all my stuff out of here and at Jean's by tomorrow."

[hannieslovebot]

To my dearest jellybean, @m-jelly

Happy birthday my love (sorry I'm a bit late since I'm literally just in pain from miss flo ) I hope you know how much I love and adore you !! Thank you for everything angel ! I hope you like this little drabble !

Levi Ackerman was preparing for his best friend's birthday although this was a bit of a surprise to the others when he came into the mess hall and announced that they were going to celebrate your birthday. The reason why it was a suprise was because anyone who had come across levi always knew him as a stotic, harsh and straightforward little did they know he was an emotional man, a man who was in love with his best friend. Hence started the preparation for Reader's birthday.

After a week of planning and preparing the day had finally come to execute the plan.

As soon as reader woke up she was commanded to accompany hange to the garrison to retrieve some important information. This obviously put the reader into a sour mood because one it was a birthday two she wanted to spend her day with levi and her friends and three everyone had seem to forget her birthday or so she thought.

As soon as she was out the 104th started preparing. Sasha, connie and Jean making the lunch and cake while mikasa and armin cleaning up and eren setting up the decorations in the mess hall with the help of the commander.

Although everything was going levi was yet nervous not only because of the suprise but also he was going to make you his. After dressing up and checking in on the othera he went to the flower shop to pick up your favourite flowers. As he entered the shop he saw them there he couldn't help but think about the time he asked you what were your favourite flowers.

"Sweet peas? he asked. Turning her head to him she replied, "yeah they're very pretty". "You're pretty" he thought although he couldn't say it aloud since she was his best friend of 10 years but over the years he started fall in love with her.

Snapping out of his trance he then got the flowers along with a beautiful custom made chain with yours and his initials on it.

Heading back to the hq he then saw the mess hall completely decorated and the food ready. Feeling satisfied he then ushered the kids to have a shower and get ready before you came. The kids quickly got ready and started piling out in the mess hall and put the switch off.

It wasn't long till you and hange arrived. They heard you whine, "Hange, come on tell me what's going on? Firstly you take me to the capital and then all of a sudden you get me this dress magically and now you have blindfolded me."

Hearing you say this the others in the mess hall had to stifle their laughter because they knew how animated you could get when you wanted to know something.

Hange replied, "Patience sweets, you'll know soon."

Grumbling you waited for Hange to guide you. You then felt Hange's guide you before the stop and remove your blindfold.

As soon as they removed your blindfold the lights came on and all of them yelled, "SUPRISE!!!!"

Taken aback from the noise you stood wide eyed trying to process what was happening slowly a bright smile made its way to your lips and soon you found yourself getting teary as they all wished you a happy birthday

"Thanks guys but how did you all manage to do this?"

They didn't say a word instead they pointed behind you. Confused you turned and saw him in his all glory. There he was your best friend the love of your life Levi Ackerman.

He then walked towards you and said, "Happy Birthday reader as he handed you your favourite flowers."

Unable to speak you then wrapped him up in a hug and whispered, "Thank you Lev Thank you so much."

You couldn't help but get intoxicated with his smell warmth the way held you but the moment was broken when Sasha spoke,

"Can we please eat we are getting a bit hungry here".

All of you erupted in laughter and you broke the hug. After cutting your cake, getting presents and wishes from the cadets, stuffing yourself full with food the night had finally come to an end.

After cleaning up you everyone started heading off to sleep except you and levi since you both were putting the utensils back in its place.

Noticing levi fidgeting you asked, "Lev is everything alright? You seem you be a bit nervous".

"I- I'm fine. Before you head of to bed could you please accompany me to the roof after this"

Shrugging your shoulders and taking levi's hand in yours you said, "Sure let's go then"

After you both made to the roof you both admired the starts and moon and Levi couldn't help but stare at you as you watched the night sky in pure wonder.

Feeling you were stared at you slowly turn towards Levi and asked, "are you alright levi?" To this Levi then reached out and brought something out of his pocket and said,

"Reader we've been friends for over 10 years now and I couldn't be more grateful for you I know I'm shit at words but you're the most beautiful human being I've laid my eyes on. You're kind, caring, loving and beautiful and I can't help but fall in love you everyday. I know that I'm a difficult man to love but I promise to keep you happy always. Will you be mine?"

For the second time this night you cried and brought levi in a hug while you said,

"Yes I will be yours I've always been yours, you make me happy and loved. And I can't think of anyone other than you because I want to be with you forever."

Pulling back Levi then smiled his rare smile and showed you the necklace he brought you couldn't help but stare at in awe.

Urging Levi to put it on you he did what exactly you told him to do. He then cupped your cheeks with his hands and said,

"I loved you yesterday, I love you now and I'll love you forever till my last breath."

As soon as he finished saying this he then kissed you with passion and love. Pulling back he brought you in his arms as you both embraced each other in the moonlight you both didn't know how much time had passed by but none of that mattered because in that moment it felt like the whole world stopped moving and you both were the only ones who existed.

P.s: I really hope you enjoy this sending you the biggest hug and forehead kiss

[strscrossed]

Mikasa being the pretty girl who lives in the mountains 🥹

Just her making trips to the city more frequently as they get older and Eren is always there waiting for her by the river when she arrives and she always has a little treat made for him and his family

(She insists she knows her way around town and eren shouldn’t be abandoning his studies with his father to escort her but Eren knows damn well that if he wasn’t there there were others who were praying for that exact thing to happen so they step in and offer her company)

honestly I like to think that the first time mikasa comes to town, eren dresses especially nicely and combs his hair and everything. and yes she always has little cookies or cakes that she baked especially for him. she worked so hard on them too and eren always loves them so much.

in my au, mikasa and her family move to shiganshina eventually because of mama ackerman’s difficult pregnancy and eren is in charge of keeping mikasa preoccupied and getting her adjusted to city life.

she does miss her mountain cabin though 😭

[fireandblood-xxii]

Home.

Post-rumbling building off of this post.

Spoilers, maybe? Sfw. JeanMika fluff.

It was nearing the evening hours as Mikasa began the trek back to her and Jean’s shared home. The likes of which would normally have been a cake walk but was now far more taxing on her pregnant body. She made frequent stops along the way to catch her breath but still found herself fatiguing at an annoyingly fast rate.

Finally, just as the sun had set over the horizon, Mikasa reached the front steps of their humble abode. And as she stepped thru its threshold, huffing and puffing, porcelain complexion washed with red and beaded with sweat, she called out to her fiancé to announce her arrival.

“Jean. . . I—“

“MIKASA!” Her (understandably frantic) fiancé called out whilst rounding the corner of the hallway at lightening speed the moment he heard her shuffling in. The wild look on his face that of relief with flashes of sheer panic. “Where have you been?! What took you so long?! I was worried sick! I was about to send out a search party! I know you’re capable of taking care of yourself but you’re in no condition to be fighting anyone off if anything were to happen—!” Jean went on and on, drilling her.

Mikasa just accepted his scolding while maintaining her usual cool and calm demeanor; in part because she was far too exhausted to protest, but also due to the fact that she found his concern for her and the baby extremely endearing. She couldn’t help the soft little grin that broke thru just then in the midst of his panic. But of course, Jean being Jean, that was enough to shut him up. His heart melted at that smile, and suddenly all his anxieties melted away.

He heaved a deep sigh. “Well, all that matters now is that you two are home safe with me. . .”

He took a step closer to his future wife and tenderly cupped her face within his palms, calloused thumbs gently stroking away the perspiration on her sun-kissed cheekbones. God, he thought, Just how did I end up so lucky?

“You must be drained and starving, am I right?” He gave a smug little smirk. “Now how about we get you cleaned up so you two can eat. I have dinner ready for us.”

Mikasa nodded and he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“Let’s go then, love.”

— — — — —

After a much needed hot shower and a surprisingly appetizing meal, the couple finally settled into their bed for the night. Mikasa was relieved more than anything to be back home resting with Jean; the rollercoaster of emotions coupled with the tiresome journey really took its toll on the mother-to-be.

She laid on her side as to relieve pressure off her back while her fiancé joyously clung on from behind as her big spoon. His face nestled into the curve of her neck while his strong arms wrapped themselves protectively around her smaller frame, hands resting right on the hump of her plump belly. Mikasa could feel his slow hot breaths on her nape in contrast to the light tickles of his beard hairs. Every few seconds he’d trail featherlight kisses across her flesh, sending shivers all throughout her body.

Mikasa had never known such peace— not since the early days of her childhood in the Jeager family’s home, and now with her soon-to-be husband.

Her eyes fell shut for a moment and she breathed a sigh of contentment.

Now this— this is her home.

“You know. . .” Jean uttered softly into her skin, breaking the silence. “You really did have me worried today. . . but I am happy you two got a chance to talk.”

“Me too.” Not wanting this to turn into a solemn moment, Mikasa kept her answer short and sweet. She mostly kept her ‘correspondences’ with Eren to herself which Jean respected. The pair once shared a bond that no one, not even him, her now-fiancé, ever understood. And as much as he loved Mikasa, he wanted her to have every means necessary to honor her fallen friend without his ego getting in the way.

Mikasa began to shift herself around in his arms so that they now laid face to face, snuggling her body as close to his as her baby bump would allow. Her head resting mere centimeters from his own that the tips of their noses brushed with their every breath. For Jean, this still was not close enough.

“And I’m sorry for worrying you so badly.” She edged in closer.

“Don’t let it happen again.” He jested, heart pounding, their lips now brushing against one another’s.

Mikasa closed what little distance remained and took his lips in a tender kiss. Jean felt like every organ in his body was doing flips, his breath caught in his throat, and it took every bit of willpower to restrain him from going absolutely feral on his pregnant fiancé. Which, in hindsight, was certainly how she ended up pregnant to begin it.

He maintained the chastity of the kiss and reciprocated her gentle pace while she reached a hand up to gently brush his stubbled cheeks.

“Jean, darling?” She whispered into his lips.

“Hm?” Still very much disoriented from all the blood that drained from his head.

“I love you.”

His eyelids fluttered a moment as they registered those sweet, sweet words, until a smiled a big, goofy smile spread across his face.

“And I love you.”

I didn’t know I wanted this to be a mini series, but. . . Here I am. Thank you for reading!!

[kleoyeager78]

10 things I hate about you | 9

Trigger warnings: sexual assault, verbal abuse.

I would say my life started going downhill when Eren started bullying me but I would be lying.

Honestly it was way before then. I think it really started the day I was born.

-

I was born into a middle/low class family.

We weren’t dirt broke but we weren’t doing so well financially. Still somehow we still managed to live in a decent house in a decent neighborhood. So I guess you can consider us middle class.

My father was a teacher.

And my mother… well if I’m being honest I never saw my mother with a real job.

She would always tell me she did music but every time I saw her she was passed out on the couch with alcohol and drugs all around her.

Nevertheless to me she was a very good singer. When I was little she would always sing to me old songs or would always show me tapes with her in a studio singing.

My earliest memories are of me singing with my mom in our kitchen while she smoked her cigarette with the window open and her tiny fan going.

Well it probably wasn’t my earliest memory but it was definitely my earliest memory that was actually good.

Now that I think of it my earliest memory was probably my dad coming home drunk and fighting with my mom.

My dad always did that.

He would go to work, go straight to the bar when he got off, then he would come home and yell at my mom and tell her how much she fucked up his life to which my mom would do the same and then he would beat her for it. And then he would go to sleep and go straight back to work.

Yup that’s definitely the earliest. I remember I would always start crying from the loud ‘booms’ coming from the living room and my mom would always come into my room and put a tape of her singing on my tv to calm me down.

That’s probably why I got the memories confused. Because that’s what my parents always do. They fuck up and then they do good shit to make it seem like everything is fine.

They’ve done it my whole life.

Especially my dad. My mom does it but not as much as him. Probably because he does more fucked up shit or the fact that my mom is always too stoned out of her mind to realize what she’s doing is fucked up.

But even though my dad did a lot of fucked up shit I couldn’t bring myself to hate him back then.

He never once put his hands on me and he was the only parent that paid me some attention and gave me the love I yearned for.

He would always buy me things and call me his little angel and I can’t lie it made me feel like the most special girl in the world. “How could I hate a man who made me feel that way?” I used to think to myself.

Well that feeling was bound to come to an end. I was bound to recognize what a monster he truly was.

And when I did, I was able to say that I despise him with all of my heart and that any love I had had for him is now burning away in hell.

Flashback

I was 12 when my parents divorced and I was currently living with my dad since my mom got sent to a mental hospital.

I missed my mom so much.

Even though she was never mentally there for me I couldn’t help but miss her presence.

And plus my birthday was coming up and she usually always made it special. It was the one day out of the year she actually tried to pretend she was a good mom.

I never had a birthday party because we didn't have much money, but my mother would always make me a cake, purchase me some balloons, and give me a little gift while cooking supper.

Although to someone else it didn’t seem like much, it was the world to me. It was a dream of mine to have a normal family so I was very grateful for my mom’s efforts.

But this year was different since my mom wasn’t with me.

I didn’t plan on sitting around and being sad for my birthday though. Nope not me, I had a plan to have the best birthday of my life and nobody was going to stop me.

My dad was coming home at 3pm from a night out so I figured I would put my plan in action then.

When he got home he went straight to watching tv which made me groan.

I didn’t want to interrupt his television since these past few days he’s been getting angry at me very easily. I figured because he doesn’t have my mom as a punching bag anymore.

I felt like I would get in trouble if I interrupted his tv so instead I went to sit next to him until a commercial.

It seemed he was in a good mood today though because as soon as he saw me he paused the tv.

“What’s up princess?” He said sweetly, making me want to throw up. These past few days he’s been so bipolar. One minute it’s princess and the nexts I’m getting called the whore who looks just like her addict for a mom.

“D-dad” I stuttered. “I was wondering if you could rent out a bouncy house for me and Hitch for my birthday.” I asked nervously.

“A bouncy house?” He asked, sounding like he was confused about me asking for a bouncy house but I was determined to execute my plan.

“Yup! Or really just 30 bucks I have money saved up to pay for most of it. You just have to give me 30 to cover the whole thing.”

“I don’t know princess-“ my dad was about to ask me if I was sure but I cut him off because I was more than sure.

“I’m willing to work for the money!” I blurted. This wasn’t part of the plan I just randomly thought of it but still I was more than willing to work for it.

This seemed to catch my dad's attention. “Work for it huh?” My dad took out a cigarette and lit it. After he took an inhale he talked again. “ I’ll have to see princess.” With that my dad got up and walked outside.

I just sighed and went back to my room.

If he says no, I won't be upset because I definitely considered a backup plan. which was spending my money on snacks, then going to the community pool with Hitch and she suggested we have a sleepover at her house so we could conclude the night watching movies. That seemed to me to be just as enjoyable as a bounce house. Hell any day sounded good to me with Hitch.

A few hours had passed by and I was still sitting in my room.

I decided to go see what my dad was doing since it was almost dinner time, but when I went to find him he was nowhere and his car was gone so I figured he went out.

I just sighed and prepared myself a sandwich for dinner.

After I ate I got ready for bed. And then I went to sleep. I thought it was the end of the day for me but boy was I wrong.

I woke up in the middle of the night from the front door opening.

I found it weird I woke up from this because my body was never usually this aware but I didn’t think much of it and quickly shut my eyes again.

I heard my bedroom door creak open and I saw my dad's shadow. I pretended to be asleep so he didn’t scold me for being up this late.

He came over to me and placed a kiss on my head like he usually did when he came back this late.

What I didn’t expect him to do though is climb in my bed. He never did that before so I was shocked but then I remembered I had to pretend to be asleep.

He wrapped his hands around my waist and put his head on my shoulder.

My dad was never this close or touchy with me but my mind told me he was doing this because he missed mom. I thought that he probably needed comfort because she was gone and that’s why he had been aggressive these last few days. If that was the case I was more than willing to give my dad comfort.

Trigger warning: Sexual assault

Well that was until I felt his hand in my underwear.

When I felt them I immediately stopped pretending I was sleeping and was about to sit up but my dad covered my mouth and forced me to lay back down.

“What do you think you’re doing cupcake?” He whispered in my ear. I couldn’t help but smell the alcohol on him and that’s when it hit me he’s drunk.

I tried to talk but his hand was on my mouth which I tried to move.

All he did was laugh at my efforts to move his hand while he continued to roam in my underwear.

“Dad please” I managed to say as I got his hand a little bit off my mouth. He just slapped his hand back on my face.

“You said you wanted 30 bucks right? Well be a good little slut and give me what my money's worth” with that he shoved his finger inside of me making me scream.

He kept doing that until he was satisfied and after he was done he got off my bed and laughed.

-

End of trigger warning

“Damn giving your body away for just 30 bucks huh y/n?” he laughed while I sat there shaking. “Didn’t know I raised a whore.”

I began to sob. At the time I didn’t know what he did was wrong so I was only crying about the way he talked to me and treated me. Not the fact he sexually assaulted me.

When he saw me cry it only made him laugh more. He leaned down to my ear and whispered. “If it makes you feel better it was the best 30 bucks I ever spent” he kissed my forehead and then tossed money at me like he was tossing trash in a trash can.

I laid there feeling like shit. At the time I didn’t even know what a slut was to be honest. All I know is that my dad loved to call my mom that so it couldn’t be good. And that meant he didn’t think good of me which broke my heart.

A few minutes passed and I finally got the strength to get up and take another shower. I felt dirty in a way I couldn’t explain so the only way to fix it was a shower.

When I got out of the shower I still felt like utter shit so I called the only person who could help me feel better.

Hitch.

She answered the phone with a mouthful of food. “Hey y/n what are you doing up this late?” She said with food in her mouth.

“H-hey Hitch” I said on the verge of breaking.

Hitch's line went silent when she heard me break. She immediately got serious because she knew something was wrong. “Y/n what’s wrong?”

“It’s my dad,” I said, beginning to sob.

“What happened? Is everything alright?” She asked her voice full of concern.

“H-he c-came home a-and-“ Hitch noticed that I was having trouble speaking and she wanted to be able to understand me to help me so she interrupted me and told me to text her.

So I did.

She let out the biggest gasp when she read the text.

“Y/n” she said voice also breaking.

I began to don harder and all Hitch could do was listen. “I hate the names he calls me,” I said.

“Y/n he literally assaulted you. This is way more than name calling.”

“Huh?” I was very confused. I didn’t understand what she meant by assault since he didn’t hit me or anything. “He didn’t assault me, Hitch. My dad would never hit me”

Hitch sighed. “Y/n he sexually assaulted you.”

I was still confused. I knew nothing about any of this. I was very uneducated, I guess that’s what happens when you have no one to teach you about these things.

Hitch noticed my confused silence and started to explain. “Sexual assault is when someone touches you inappropriately without your consent and that’s exactly what your dad did.” I was starting to understand what she meant and it made me more sad. “If you want I can meet you half at the park tomorrow and you can stay with me for a while.” Hitch suggested.

“I-“ I couldn’t even get the words out before Hitch was interrupting me again.

“ You don’t have a choice actually. You need to get away from that monster.”

“My dad isn’t a monster.”

“Says only you y/n”

I didn’t even question her. Hitch was way smarter than me so she was most likely right.

“Hitch?”

“ yes”

“Can you stay on the phone with me all night?”

She giggled. “I didn’t plan on letting you hang up”

Her words made me smile. “Why are you up this late anyways?”

“I was watching h20” she said in a low tone.

It made me laugh at how embarrassed she was. “You’re addicted”

“It’s just that good y/n” she said in defense. “Anyways do you want to start packing your clothes while on the phone?”

“Oooo yes! We can find matching outfits”

“Omg yes! We can literally be twins all week” she agreed. The line went silent again. I didn’t say anything because I felt like she wanted to say something else. “Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Give your dad back his money.”

I was taken aback by her sentence. “What about our bouncy house?”

“We can just go to the pool. Besides we don’t need any money from that filthy pig”

I sighed. Like I said I always listened to Hitch because at this time she was my most trusted friend and the only person who cared about me really. “I’ll do it in the morning when I’m about to leave”

“Okay, make sure you throw it in his face and then run,” Hitch laughed.

I laughed too.

We ended up laughing all night until we both fell asleep arguing about which H20 character is better.

I was so glad I had Hitch, she was always there for me when I needed her and she always knew how to make me feel better.

A/n ~ I’m sorry this chapter is so dark but I wanted y’all to get y/n’s background info. The next chapter will be how she met Hitch and then after that I think I’ll take her back to the present.

[ichijager13]

Teach me how to be loved

Chapter VIII

Are you gonna tell me now? Are you gonna tell me later

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

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The next morning, Eren was still asleep when your eyes fluttered open. Recalling you didn’t have dinner last night; you carried your sleepy self to the kitchen. Looking for ingredients to make breakfast, you stood in front of the fridge scanning its content when you heard footsteps rushing to the kitchen.

“Vatty”. A voice called from the hallway. “Oma hat Apfelkuchen gemacht. (Grandma made an apple pie)”. The voice sang. Confused, you closed the fridge. In front of you stood a young girl.

Frozen, you stood there, as a pair of familiar teal green stared back at you. you felt steam coming out of your ears the second you realized you were dressed in only your panties and a loose shirt that barely covered your ass.

“Sophie”. Another voice called causing your eyes to widen in horror. “Da bist du ja. Wievielmal… (There you are. How many times…)”. The middle-aged woman stopped mid-sentence when she spotted you.

 Unaware of what was happening in his kitchen, Eren quickly stepped into a pair of fresh underwear before leaving his bedroom. “For a split second, I thought you ran away again”. He joked coming into the kitchen, only to be greeted by the sight of the three of you staring awkwardly at each other.

 Seeing her son’s face fall, Carla had a hard time holding her laughter. “Mom, what…”. He started before he glanced at your fidgeted figure next to the fridge and then at his daughter.

“Vatty, wer ist sie? (Who is she?)”. Sophie whined wrapping her arms around Eren’s leg. 

 You don’t speak German but you knew what the word vatty means, this girl was his daughter, Eren was married, and you slept with a married man. A feeling of disgust overwhelmed you when the realization hit you.

 “Und warum bist du nackt. (And why are you naked)”. She added nose scrunched. 

The little girl had a bandage above her eyebrow. That’s why he left in a hurry the other day, you mused.

Still in shock, Eren looked down at the four-year-old brunette. “She’s… she’s a…”. He threw looks Carla’s way. With pleading eyes, he silently sought help. “She’s a friend of mine”. He stumbled over his words. 

Enjoying the situation, Carla pressed her fist to her mouth in an attempt to hide the obvious smirk adorning her face.

 Sophie’s gasp caught everyone’s attention. “Vatty, what happened to your back?” She asked her father suspiciously. Hearing her words, you wished the earth could swallow you right here and now.

“Sophie, mein maus. Vatty has important things to do”. Carla who decided this was enough embracement for her son, finally spoke. “How about we leave him the cake we made and come back later”. She winked at her son.

“Aber ich will bei ihm bleiben, es ist sein freier Tag. (But I wanna stay with him, it’s his day off)”. she frowned, crossing her arms upset.

“There, there Schatz”. Carla cooed holding the brunette in her arms. “Now let’s say auf wiedersehen to vatty. We will come back later, Ich verspreche. (I promise)”. Defeated, Sophie stopped squirming before throwing looks your way. “Gut gemacht. (Well done)”. Carla spoke in a hushed tone to the tall green-eyed man, laughing when his ears became redder. “Have a nice day”. She sang offering you a bright smile you failed to return.

 “Sie ist schön. (She’s beautiful)”. Eren heard his daughter saying.

“Ja, ist sie. (Yes, she is)”. Carla replied.

“Aber nicht so hübsch wie ich. (But not as pretty as me)”. Eren chocked hearing her words. “richtige Oma? (Right, grandma?)”. the sound of his mother’s laughter before she closed the door behind them made him cringe.

 “Good morning”. he spoke awkwardly heading your way.

“I’m leaving”. You hissed finally recovering from your state of stupor.

“Wait, what, no, wait, it’s not what you think”. 

You crossed your arms giving him a side look. “She literally called you father. I don’t know what’s ambiguous about it”.

His shoulders dropped in defeat. “Yes, Sophie is my daughter”. He knew this was going to be hard but he was willing to try and explain things to you.

“And she saw a half-naked stranger in her kitchen with her half-assed-naked father”. You glanced back at him. “Naked father, I mean”.

“I’m wearing briefs”. He pointed out.

“It doesn’t matter”. You shouted. “What do you think crossed her mind when she saw this?” you pointed at yourself. “Her father with another woman in their house, a half-naked one with a bedhead, I should precise”. You slammed your hands against the countertop. “I know men are trash, but this, you… you are above all of my expectations”. You gritted. “I bet this isn’t even your main residence, that somewhere in the suburbs you have a family house with a wife waiting for her beloved husband to come home”. If eyes could kill, Eren would be six feet underground by now. “What did you tell her this time, huh? You are out of town? You didn’t leave work early so you’ll spend the night here? Or…”. He shut you up with a kiss. “Get away from me”. you shoved him.

“Then let me explain myself”. He let his arms land on the small of your back. “I’ll kiss you again if you don’t let me speak”. He threatened. “She thinks you’re beautiful but not as beautiful as her”. He baited his lips to hold back his laughter remembering his daughter’s words. “Your bedhead is cute, the “men are trash” part hurts, a lot. You’re right this isn’t the main residence and I do have a house in a residential area but”. He rose a finger stopping your unformed protests. “I don’t live there, not anymore. This is where I spend most of my days. No, I don’t have a wife waiting for me”. he followed; arms still looped around you. “She passed away four years ago while giving birth to that wonderful little thing who stormed in here half an hour ago. Now my mother, the woman you saw minutes earlier, lives there with Sophie, my daughter”. He topped the explanation with one of his stupid bright smiles that makes you want to squish his cheeks and kiss him. “Can I kiss you now?” he tilted his head.

“So, I didn’t sleep with a married man?” You whispered looking down.

“You slept with a widower”. He corrected. “May I?” He asked again, your noses were touching. After what felt like an eternity to Eren, your lips finally met.

 “How come Annie never mentioned you have a kid”. You mused while cutting fruits to decorate the crepes you made.

“I guess she either assumed I have already told you or that we will never see each other again”. He winced when you slapped his hand when he stole some of the strawberries you chopped.

“And why you never told me?” you threw him a questioning look. “Do you have whipped cream?”

“You always run away and you never asked”. he pointed out opening the fridge. “Here”.

“Thanks”.

“I know nothing about you either”. He propped his head on your shoulder.

“You never asked and I always run away”. You replied. “Besides, there’s nothing interesting about me”.

He scoffed. “Is this some femme fatale technic?” He moved his lips from behind your ear to your nape, leaving soft pecks behind him.

“No, just the plain truth”. You glared at him when he attempted to steal some chocolate chunks. “How about you set the table?” your lips brushed when you turned your head.

“Ay, ay captain”. Not wanting to encourage him, you stifled your laugh. “All I know is that you work at Arlet & CO, that you’re good at drawing, and that you love reading”. He stated. “A design engineer, since you went to Wolfsburg”. He followed setting two dishes and two glasses on the kitchen table.

“Elementary, my dear Watson”. You replied, sprinkling toppings on the crepes. “What toppings do you love? I’m doing strawberries and wiped cream for myself”.

“Blueberries, please”. He handed you a box of powdered sugar. “Plus, some of this on top, please”. You took the box from him and resumed work. “You said you know Annie from six years ago, you’re not from here?”

“I moved to this town after graduation. I was born and grew up in Saint Paul, a small town in Nebraska”. You cleaned the countertop and placed Eren’s crepes in front of him. “I went to Rhode Island School of Design where I had my master's in industrial design”. You added taking place at the table. “I got there thanks to a scholarship, anything else?”

“These are delicious”. He hummed taking another bite. “Who taught you how to cook?”

“I learned by myself thanks to cookbooks”. You answered. “What about you?”

“Impressive”. He breathed. “I was born and grew up here in Newark. Mikasa, my deceased wife, and I met Armin and became friends with him when I was six. I went to MIT, majored in mechanical engineering, got married at the age of 29, and had Sophie a year later. I worked at different facilities of Volkswagen before joining the R&D department in Allendale shortly after I got married. And I have been named the head of that facility months ago”. He handed you his dish after he finished. “Can I have another one, with strawberries this time please”.

“You worked only at Volkswagen?” you asked making him another one.

“Yes, I was hired right after I graduated. Thank you”. he smiled before taking a bite. “Why industrial design?”

“Because I love drawing and I’m good at it. plus, the college offers a scholarship and the job pays well. Why mechanical engineering?”

“When we were young, Armin and I tried to build a plan”. A breathy chuckle left his chest. “And we did it, but it broke down to pieces before it even left the ground. I bawled my eyes out that night. The next morning, we promised each other to become engineers and build solid motors”. He locked gaze with you. “I got accepted in MIT and a year later he got a scholarship to Georgia Tech”.

 After breakfast, you did the dishes together, got dressed, and left the apartment. Him, to see his daughter and you back to your empty, cold, and lonely house.